Volt Flurry Vol .1

Onl 5 hours left until I submit my school project and yet I haven’t even bathed or changed my school outfit that I’ve been wearing for the past two days . The presser mounts like a reverberated heartbeat . The weight of this chemistry project it is heavier than my backpack , that is packed with textbooks and assignments that leave a lasting impression.In my chaotic apartment I glanced papers all over the room , transforming it from a workplace into something more like a crime scene.

Living alone with my self and I , parents no where to be traced for over years , I’ve become a wounded soldier on a war zone trying to do anything to seek medical attention and a gun . Their mysterious disappearance casts a shadow that vanishes in the darkness . Yet in my mind I hold into a belief that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

In a desperate attempt to prove my worth to the battlefield , I decided to take a chemistry test of the year . The one that could either make or break my grades

-the one that could serve as the metaphorical bullet in the gun within this suffocating battlefield.

Time ticking louder than a pregnant women giving birth to a child with a prodigious head as I sit in my crime scene waiting for someone to solve the crime . As I stare into the mirror I realise that the project is slipping through my fingers. As I discard my first initial project in the bin , frustration getting the better of me as I stare the darkeness in the end of the tunnel .

In a moment of impulse I start a new project , throwing together old used materials in the last ditch effort. It’s not a a bullet inside my gun but a bullet proof vest that can shield me in the storm ahead , it is unconventional perhaps even bit eccentric ,but it’s mine .

I wrap up my junkie product , a bizarre assemblage of items that defines traditional norms of chemistry . I prepare to present my project to the lecture .

Unaware of this project will trigger series of events that will question our destiny together and if there’s light at the end of the tunnel - a hobo navigating the streets whose live is on the edge of the building. writin